I Don't Feel Safe Anymore Novels & Stories

OPHELIA Feeling safe is an underrated feeling. You could be the wealthiest person on earth and have everything you want but once your safety is placed on a declining scale, you will trade anything just to have some peace. After my father’s death, I never felt safe anywhere, especially not under Duncan’s roof. Even when I got to Cryptid Castle as Damian’s supposed mate, safety felt like something foreign to me. But here, under the tight security around us as we make our way to the stage. I feel safe.

"It's been two weeks, and you haven't stepped foot on the porch, let alone the backyard." I sighed, leaning on the bathroom door. "I know," I admitted. "It's just that... I feel safe here, like nothing can attack or hurt me in the mansion," I confessed, hugging myself. Yes, my mother was dead, and the rest were in custody, but that didn't stop me from living with my eyes and ears alert. A part of me couldn't afford to let my guard down, knowing that danger could be lurking around, ready to hit when I least expect it.

"What I am trying to say is that I don't feel safe. Ever since I started staying in hotels, I've always been attacked, robbed, or almost assaulted. I fear for the safety of my son and myself." I rolled my eyes, not feeling anything like concern for her. "How does that concern me?" I asked through the little anger in me. "Why are you acting this way? We used to be good friends. We hung out a lot and had fun together. Why are you suddenly cold toward me?" She asked in a cracking tone, almost as if she was about to cry.

We were friends now after all, right? After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. “You don't need to worry about any of that now. You're safe.” He said. My hope instantly morphed to disappointment. “I'm never safe,” I responded stonily, the disappointment building up to frustration. I wasn't safe days ago, when a dankeh had sprung up on me in the park. Neither was I safe in the club. Or anywhere outside or inside the pack. How could he say that? “Rose?"

“You’re not leaving.” I laughed softly. Not because it was funny, but because I was too tired to do anything else. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, eyes dark. “It’s not safe for you to go back there. You’re staying here until we handle it.” It’s not safe for me..: My life has been safe until they bulldozed their way back. The only thing unsafe in my life, is my relationship with them. They were the problem and I had accepted it long ago.

"Yes. I'm sure. At the grocery store. A man in a baseball cap. He was watching me. Following me through the aisles." "Did he do anything? Say anything?" "No. But he was there. I know he was." Jeffrey pulls me into a hug. "It's probably nothing. Maybe just someone who recognized you from the news." "That doesn't make it better." "I know. But you're safe now. You're home. I won't let anything happen to you." I want to believe him. But safe doesn't feel real anymore. Safe feels like something that happened to someone else in a different life.

assistant"> The office felt colder today. Not physically — the air-conditioning had always been too strong — but emotionally. Every step echoed like the building itself was waiting for something to break. Maybe that “something” was me. Ever since the Hawaii trip… ever since the crash… ever since Alan and Kai started circling each other like two storms destined to collide… I hadn’t felt safe. Not because either of them frightened me, but because the tension between them felt like a live wire stretched too tight.

Not while feeling the pull I was trying so hard to ignore. Instead, I said, “Because things are moving too fast. My life… everything. I'm not sure what's safe anymore.” Max's expression softened—so subtly I almost missed it. His voice lowered to a warm, low gravity that tugged something deep inside of me. “With me,” he said quietly, “You're safe.” “But that's the problem, Max,” I said, my voice barely audible, “You're the one I feel safest with, and that scares me the most.”

I called after him. He stopped and turned around. “What?” “Look, I know this is your house, but I’d feel safer if you left the spare keys with me. Please.” For a moment, he simply stared at me. Then he dropped the keys into my hand and walked away, slamming the door behind him. I couldn’t tell whether he was angry or hurt. Either way, a strange ache settled in my chest. Deep down, I felt bad for him.

“So today I need you to stick close to me. Something is going to go down, and I need you to stay safe.” Why can’t I just have a normal day?